Date: Mon, 18 Dec 2006 04:46:18 +0000
From: Robbie Calverley
Subject: The Magic of Christmas
This is a story of sex between young males. It is pure fiction and should
be read as such. If this offends you or you are under-age please read no
further.
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thereof may only be reproduced with my express permission and not
reproduced at all on any site which is not free to view. It has been
written purely for entertainment and not for profit.
The story takes place where AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases do
not exist so condoms are not used, nor are they necessary, unlike in this
wicked world of ours. So when you have casual sex PLEASE make sure you are
adequately protected. I don't want to lose any readers!!
This story is escapist fantasy. Anybody looking for reality is advised to
look elsewhere, but nothing herein is beyond the realms of possibility,
especially in my own imagination.
That said, I hope you enjoy the story and whether you do or not please feel
free to contact me at the Email address at the end.
THE MAGIC OF CHRISTMAS
Alfie was fed up. In fact, he was more than fed up, he was well and truly
pissed off. Sure, he had his friends and his family, but he was a 14
year-old hormonal wreck with nobody special in his life and only his right
hand to satisfy his rampant sexual appetite. Alfie was a good-looking boy
in more than one way. He had escaped the ravages of acne and owed his dark
complexion to his mother, who was Portuguese (Alfie's name was, in fact,
Alfonso, but he kept that quiet), but he had a great body as well. He
didn't over-exercise but played football in the winter and enjoyed
athletics during the summer, so he was pretty fit. Even though he was a
little below average height for his age, his sexual development was well
advanced. His cock was uncut, measuring 5 inches hard, and his pubic hair
was a shining raven black, just like on his head. His underarms had a
smattering of the same, and his legs had a downy covering but his upper
body was smooth with nipples the size of a two-pence piece (over an inch in
diameter), the centres of which were often hard, standing out far enough to
show through his tee shirt.
Alfie was proud of his body and longed for someone to share it, but there
was nobody special. Sure, the girls at school showed a lot of interest,
but Alfie swung the other way. His interest was in boys, specifically boys
of his own age. He was not a modest sort of boy; he never rushed to get
dressed in the changing rooms after sports. He even wandered into the
toilet naked sometimes. He knew that he got admiring glances from some of
the boys and had hinted to some of them that he was available for a bit of
fun, but nobody had taken him up on it, and he didn't want to make a direct
approach in case he was outed.
Alfie's younger brother Max (short for Maximiano) was sitting at the
kitchen table writing. Alfie loved his little brother and was fiercely
protective of him, especially now that Max, currently 11 years old, had
just started at the same school as him. He ruffled Max's hair as he passed
and said "What are you writing Bro?"
"I'm not telling, you'll only laugh." He said.
"No, I promise I won't" said Alfie "cross my heart and hope to die."
"OK" said Max, "I'm writing to Father Christmas."
"Er, I don't quite know how to break this to you, bro" began Alfie with a
grin.
"Piss off" replied Max "I know there's no such person, but at least Mum and
Dad will know what I really want."
"Devious little bugger" said Alfie and thought no more about it.
Later that evening while they were watching TV, the youngest member of the
family, their little sister Raffie (Rafaela), insisted that she wanted to
write to Santa as well. Raffie was just six years old and had not yet had
her illusions shattered about the Christmas myth. "Alfie, you come and
help me to write my letter" she said, so they adjourned to the kitchen
table. Alfie wrote Raffie's letter for her and looked up on the internet
the address to which it should be sent.
"We'll have to put it in an envelope with Max's letter, Alfie, and you
should write one yourself so that Santa knows what you want too,"
"Well, Raffie, I don't think Santa can send me what I really want," Alfie
said,
"Well, you should write anyway, you never know what might happen." Said
Raffie's six year-old logic.
She went back in to watch the TV and Alfie, feeling foolish, pulled the pad
towards him and began to write his letter, not worrying too much about
showing his hand; their address was not on either letter so it could not be
traced back to them.
Dear Santa
My name is Alfie and I am 14 years old, I know you don't really exist but
what I would really like for Christmas is a handsome boy of my own age who
I can explore the world of gay sex with. He must be slim and handsome, and
other than that I don't really mind what he looks like, but he must be open
minded and willing to experiment with me so that we can learn together how
to pleasure one another and maybe have a lasting relationship.
Yours in hope and desperation
Alfie Redwood.
He folded his letter and put it in an envelope just as Max walked into the
kitchen.
`Mum and Dad have seen mine, Alfie, but they suggest that all three letters
are sent off together.' Said Max.
He handed his letter to Alfie who placed it in the envelope, sealed it and
wrote the North Pole address on the envelope and stamped it. Raffie
insisted on posting the letter and put it in her school satchel ready to
put in the post box the next day.
Alfie thought no more about the letter, and on Christmas Eve he went to bed
as usual, looking forward to a great family Christmas day.
Even at 14 he had trouble getting off to sleep as there was still a degree
of excitement, but eventually he drifted off.
He was awakened by a noise in the early hours of the morning, and when he
opened his eyes the moonlight was streaming in through the window. He was
about to turn over and go back to sleep when he saw a movement out of the
corner of his eye. Standing by the fireplace was a blond-haired boy
dressed in a red jacket with white trim, red shorts with white turn-ups,
red socks with a white band around the top and red boots with white laces.
Alfie's eyes opened wide and he whispered "Who are you? What are you doing
here?" As he spoke he pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming.
The boy came right up to Alfie's bed, and Alfie could see that on his
jacket he wore a name badge which said simply `Chris Christmas'.
"Hello Alfie" the boy said. "I'm Chris Christmas and I'm here in answer to
your letter to my grandfather."
"What letter? What grandfather? I haven't written any ... ... ... no, I
don't believe it." Said Alfie.
"You'd better believe it" the boy said as he began to unbutton his jacket
revealing a white shirt with red collar and cuffs below. The boy then
unbuttoned the shirt and opened it to reveal a smooth, pale chest with
small but prominent pink nipples. Alfie's cock was growing hard inside his
underpants, which were all he was wearing. He couldn't take his eyes off
the boy as his shirt joined his jacket on the floor beside the bed.
Chris next unlaced his boots and removed them and his socks, then began to
unzip his shorts, and when he lowered them Alfie saw that he was wearing a
silky red thong underneath.
"Now it's down to you, Alfie" Chris said. "This comes off when you take it
off ... ... ... with your teeth."
"Fucking hell" breathed Alfie and pushed back the duvet and sat up on the
edge of the bed.
"Hmmm" said Chris, looking at Alfie's crotch, "that looks promising."
Alfie reached out his hands to pull Chris towards him and a bolt of
electricity shot through him as he took Chris's hands.
"You're real, I can really touch you" Alfie whispered.
"Oh, I'm real alright, now let's see how handy you are with your teeth."
said Chris.
Alfie leaned forward and with his nose hard against Chris's naked stomach
he managed to get the top of the thong between his teeth. Fortunately the
waist was elasticated so his task wasn't too difficult, and as he moved the
thong downwards Chris's blond pubic hair came into view. Alfie buried his
nose into it as he strove to get a better grip on the waistband of the
thong, then he pulled downwards and outwards and at last revealed Chris's
hardening cock. Alfie, of course, got a very close up view and he liked
what he saw. Chris's cock was also uncut, indeed it seemed to have even
more foreskin than his own, but sizewise they were pretty evenly matched,
Chris's being slightly longer but Alfie's slightly thicker.
He let go of the thong, moved his hands around Chris's waist and then
lowered them to his bum cheeks, pulling Chris closer to him and kissing his
cock.
Chris then pulled Alfie up off the bed and put his hands inside the
waistband of Alfie's pants, which by this time had a significant damp patch
at the front. As he lowered Alfie's pants to the floor, this thong also
dropped down and they both stepped out of the last of their clothing, both
cocks rock hard and leaking precum.
Chris pushed Alfie down on to the bed and knelt on the floor beside him.
He took Alfie's cock in his hand and began to massage him gently, then his
other hand gently played with Alfie's balls and Alfie lost the power of
speech, capable only of "Hmmmmmmmmmmm" and the occasional
"OOOOOOOooooooooohh,"
Alfie considered that his Christmas wish had already been fulfilled, but
when Chris took his cock into his mouth Alfie entered into a whole new
world of arousal. Alfie felt Charlie's tongue flick across his piss slit
and it so aroused him that his bum left the bed, pushing his cock even
further into Chris's mouth causing Chris to gag a little.
Alfie realised that he couldn't hold out much longer and tried to warn
Chris that he was about to shoot his load, but all he could say was
"Cummmmmmnnng" and even then it was only two seconds before he fired his
boyjuice into Chris's mouth. Chris swallowed hungrily as Alfie continued
to issue forth. As Chris removed his mouth from Alfie's cock, a final
dribble of cum trickled out of Alfie's cock, which Chris rescued with his
tongue, then transferred his attentions to Alfie's mouth and Alfie tasted
his own cum for the first time.
Chris climbed into bed with Alfie and they cuddled briefly before Alfie
took Chris's cock into his hand and began to stroke him gently. "It won't
take long" whispered Chris, "I nearly came when you did." Alfie left his
cock alone for a moment and took his balls gently and wrapped his fingers
around them, massaging slowly. He leaned over then and took Chris's cock
into his mouth and Chris warned him again that he was about to cum. Alfie
played his tongue over Chris's cock head and around his piss slit and Chris
moaned softly, then uttered just the single word "Yes" as he reached his
climax and flooded Alfie's mouth, his excess escaping from his lips and
running down Chris's cock into his pubic hair.
"That was wicked" said Alfie as he finally managed to swallow all of
Chris's juice, "absolutely amazing".
"For both of us" added Chris. "I've been sucked off once before but it
wasn't half as good as that." He rested his head on Alfie's shoulder and
Alfie began to grow hard again as he felt Chris's breath on his nipple.
Within minutes both boys were asleep, shifting occasionally, but never
losing contact.
The sun woke Alfie, well that and a six year-old sister jumping up and down
on his bed shouting "Come on, Alfie, it's Christmas, it's Christmas." Then
she jumped off and ran from the room. Alfie suddenly remembered the
previous night and looked around to see what had happened to Chris, but
could see no trace of him. In his semi-conscious state he began to think
it was all a dream until he looked down at the bed sheet and saw the cum
stains. He traced them with his finger and grew hard again, then stretched
himself out on the bed. As he did his hand touched something cold and hard
under his pillow. He took hold of it and found it was a key. Attached to
the key was a tag and on the label in tiny writing he read `Chris
Christmas, No.1 Oxford Road 4pm today.'
His heart leapt within him and he just knew that he would see the boy of
his dreams again.
He dressed quickly and joined the family for breakfast and for the grand
present-opening ceremony, although his best present had been unwrapped the
previous night. He spent a great morning with the family and played for
most of it with his younger brother and his little sister, giving his
parents a break while they prepared and cooked the lunch between them.
His mum was particularly pleased with him and was quite happy when he said
that he was going out to see a friend after lunch and that he might stay
the night.
He looked Oxford Road up on the map and saw that it was in easy cycling
distance, so he drew himself a rough map ready for later.
Lunch was a memorable meal with roast turkey and all the trimmings followed
by Christmas pudding and cream. Alfie was allowed to have a small glass of
wine with the meal and he was feeling a little squiffy when Raffie suddenly
burst out with "I've just remembered, I saw Father Christmas last night."
"Did you really dear?" said their Mum.
"Yes, I did. I got up to do a wee wee and I saw him come out of Alfie's
bedroom."
Alfie blushed and said "Surely not, Raffie."
"I did, I did" she said "and he was ever so young and dressed all in red
and white and he was wearing shorts, but it was funny because he had bare
feet and he was carrying his shoes and socks."
"Oh, I think you must have been dreaming" her Mum said.
"Weeeeell, maybe" said Raffie "but it seemed real to me."
After the meal Alfie and Max helped to clear away and at 3.45 he made his
excuses and cycled to Oxford Road. Number one was an unremarkable detached
house, similar to many in the area. He tried the key in the lock, but it
didn't fit so he plucked up his courage and rang the bell and waited. He
heard movement inside and the latch clicking as the door was opened by
... ... ... Father Christmas? It was certainly an elderly man with a long
white beard and dressed for the part,
"Good afternoon, young man, how can I help you?" he asked.
"Well, er, ... ... I ... ... er" mumbled Alfie and held up the key.
"Ah" he said "the key to young Chris's room, you must be young Alfie. It's
upstairs and the second door on the left."
"Thank you" muttered Alfie, not believing that this was happening. He
climbed the stairs and tried the key in the door. It turned easily and he
pushed the door open. The boys of his dreams sat naked on the bed.
"Lock the door behind you, Alfie" he said. "Make yourself comfortable."
Alfie slipped off his jacket and shoes and sat on the bed beside Chris. "I
need some answers to a few questions" said Alfie, unbuttoning his shirt and
knowing that whatever happened he would end up in bed with Chris. "How did
you know about me? You must have laid hands on my letter somehow and found
out where I lived. How did you do it?"
Alfie's shirt hit the floor and he began undoing his belt as Chris said
"Well, it's pretty straightforward really. Granddad, whose house this is
and who let you in, has been working in Edmonds, the department store as
Santa and I help out at weekends when it's busy as his assistant. Your mum
brought your little sister in to see Santa one afternoon after school and
instead of posting her letter to Santa she decided to give it to him
direct. Normally we just throw them away unless the parents want them
back, but this one felt really thick, so I opened it and there were three
letters inside. When I read yours it echoed exactly how I was feeling
myself and I spoke to Granddad about it and we hatched the plot between us.
You see, Granddad guessed that I was gay a while back and told me it was
fine with him and that he would love me just the same. After I showed him
the letter, he agreed to my plan and you know he rest."
"Yes, but how did you know where I lived?" Alfie asked.
"You obviously didn't read your brother's letter" said Chris "he put his
address at the top."
Alfie stood and lowered his trousers and underpants to the floor and
slipped off his socks so he was naked.
"Silly bugger, trust him!" Alfie said.
"Well, you shouldn't be like that, you should be thanking him, otherwise we
wouldn't be here now, naked and randy." He leaned across and kissed Alfie
lightly on the lips.
"Hmmmmmmm" said Alfie "Now there's just one more little thing puzzling me."
"Oh, what's that?" asked Chris as he nuzzled Alfie's nipple.
"Well" said Alfie, losing concentration fast as his cock stood to attention
"how did you get ... AAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhh ... into ... Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm
... the house?
"Well," said Chris in between sucking Alfie's earlobe "That's the magic of
Christmas".
"Oh, no" replied Alfie, offering a silent prayer of thanks to St. Nicholas
and rewrapping his most precious gift, this time into his arms; "THIS is
the magic of Christmas".
Robbie
Lads_r_us
Twickenham, England.
Now, if you're a sentimental old bugger like me or a randy young buck like
Alfie and Chris, as long as you enjoyed the story send me an Email and make
my Christmas.
Lads_r_us@postmaster.co.uk
Happy Christmas and a peaceful and prosperous 2007 to you all.
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